Best Rimmed Poems

"Don't know why I fear butterflies,
But I never wanted to kill them,
Maybe squash a fair wing and cripple
An odd strand of feet,
Never end..."
Said the horn-rimmed shadow to the sun,
And the horizon was bleeding
For Night's footsteps didn't feel mercy.
She was elsewhere,
Chained to the rugged corners of...

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Where my art begins
Pencils computers and pens…
Behind glasses lense...

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We conveyed a constant view of the world.
That was not the correct way to bear it.
Yet, just in the manner in which we desired.
Through glasses that are red.
Our fellowship grew and thrived.
Our bodies and brains are intrinsically tied.
Those who are acutely attuned to one another.
Notwithstanding...

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